Because it has been a while since my last post, I thought I would work on a pet project. This is the second of three in the “Ownership” series. After mine, there is always Yours. There is slashy goodness in this piece, so if you don’t like, then hit the back button. For those of you that don’t mind, please continue! Cyric Masamune

Christian Sol was a rather unhappy boy. While it was true that he had his own lavish quarters, his own beautiful view, a staff of servants and maids waiting at his beckoned call, free roam of the castle and gardens, AND anything else he desired, he was still unhappy. Why?

That damned scar on his cheek that kept him from walking through the main castle gate.

He glowered at the door to his room, cursing the existence he was confined to. Hatred radiated off the malevolent boy as his icy blue eyes tired to bore holes in the rich wood. He screamed and threw himself onto his bed, scattering the blankets and pillows and upsetting the trey that had held his breakfast. He punched and kicked at the mattress with abandon until a chuckle came from behind. He whirled around and glared into a pair of crimson eyes.

“Such a spoiled little brat…” Michael mused as he moved from his position in the doorframe. Clad in his never changing black, the man still looked imposing even while he smirked in the direction of the boy. Christian flushed and hurled a pillow back towards the mocking man.

“What the hell would you know?! You’re a tyrant that drives his people into poverty! I’m not spoiled here, you are!” the boy spat. He blinked when he saw red eyes narrow in his direction.

“Really?” the Lord asked with a growl. He began to stalk slowly towards the boy who was standing defiantly. “Perhaps because of your imprisonment, you haven’t seen my people. They live as well as any landowner in your pathetic world…” Michael hissed, towering over Christian.

For the second time, Christian found Lord Michael Nichol Alexander towering over him, red eyes glinting mercilessly. For the second time, he felt fear. Christian visibly trembled at the foreign feeling, and Michael saw. He smirked.

“You’re scared of me…” he purred, moving a hand to trace the pattern of the scar he had given the boy. Christian tensed and gulped, eyes narrowing. He growled and swung his right fist towards the older man.

Like his sword, it never landed.

Red eyes danced as another punch was thrown their way. Another punch, another caught fist, and now his prey was trapped. Michael smirked down on Christian, his thumbs rubbing gently at the boy’s veins in his writs. “Do you ever learn?” he asked, leaning down and closing the distance between their faces.

“What’s to learn other t-than you cheat!” the boy yelled. He gulped as Michael pushed against him. He looked behind him as his legs hit the bed.

“Come with me…” Michael whispered, his breath ghosting across the scar and making the boy’s legs shake slightly. He gulped, not trusting his voice to respond, and nodded mutely. He followed the Lord up a spiral staircase and stepped into the large bedroom: the same one he had tried to kill Michael in two days earlier.

“You do remember what that mark means, don’t you pet?” the Lord purred lightly, his eyes glinting in the torchlight as he moved over to seat himself in a chair. Christian scowled.

“It means I’m no longer my own person!” the boy yelled, standing at the top of the stairs with a strength that was only skin deep. He stalked towards Michael, intent on passing the man to stand on the veranda. The Lord had other ideas…

As Christian passed, he was grabbed by the wrist and pulled over to the Lord. With an undignified squeak, Christian landed in Michael’s lap, straddling the older man and looking up into a pair of red eyes that were only inches away from his own eyes of ice blue.

“Wrong answer…” Michael growled out. He leaned forward slowly, watching with amusement as the boy’s eyes widened. He was inches away from the boy’s lips when me turned his head and moved quickly to bite into the earlobe of the boy sitting in his lap.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” Christian cried as he felt the teeth sink into his cartilage. He gave another strangled cry as his earlobe was bitten again. Michael leaned back, a smirk tugging at his lips. The boy whimpered at the loss of the teeth, a sound that surprised even him.

“Methinks the brat doth protest too much…” Michael purred as he leaned down, pressing his lips demandingly against his prisoner’s. Christian’s eyes widened again, shock running through the blue surfaces before they fluttered close. He felt the pressure on his wrist shift to his hip and he took that opportunity to move closer to the man, the strange attraction drawing him in.

Michael smirked into the kiss when he felt arms wrap around his neck. No one could resist him for long. His hands moved to rub lightly on the boy’s hips, gently massaging the flesh. He smirked again when Christian moaned lightly into the kiss, his hips pressing into his hands.

Christian broke away from the kiss a few moments later, gasping for breath with a slight flush to his face. He licked his lips lightly, eyes showing extreme confusion as he stared up at Michael. The Lord pressed a finger to the boy’s lips, silencing any questions.

“Passion and fear are the only things people feel. Hate and love are almost no different…” he purred, leaning down to pull lightly at the loose shirt Christian wore. The boy whimpered as he felt the silk slide off of his chest and fly across the room.

“But…I…” Christian stammered lightly as he wrapped his arms back around the older man’s neck. He tightened his grip as he felt Michael stand, his strong arms wrapped under and around the boy. Christian leaned forward and timidly kissed at the red eyed Lord’s jaw, his hands moving slowly to the man’s shoulders.

Michael leaned down and kissed the boy’s neck lightly, causing a shudder to run down Christian’s spine. The boy gave a little wine and gripped his Lord’s shoulders a tighter. Michael smirked against the boy’s neck and bit down none too gently.

Christian gasped and gripped Michael's shoulders again as the older man sucked lightly on the bite mark on his neck again. He whimpered and gave a shuddery breath as his back hit the silken sheets.

"What does it mean pet...?” Michael purred into the boy's ear, licking lightly along the shell. “Answer me correctly pet…”

Ice blue eyes opened slowly. Christian looked up, face flushed, nails digging into the back of his master as another bite was placed to his shaking neck. He whimpered and gave out a shuddery moan...

“Yours…”

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